Li Qingwan's breathing was incredibly rapid, but her body relaxed under Liu Chen's actions; her eyes were wide open, her nerves highly strung.
"A woman always acting like a warrior is not cute at all," Liu Chen said.
"If you dare to mess around again, watch out, I'll kill you." Li Qingwan's body felt strangely weak; she found herself completely powerless, unable to move, yet she stubbornly threatened Liu Chen.
"I think, you've heard that Zhang Shuntian is dead, shouldn't you be thanking me properly?"
"Hmph, he wasn't killed by you."
"It was good luck he didn't die at my hands, even if he hadn't died then, I would have killed him. Who told him to have such a beautiful fiancée like you?" Liu Chen said, gradually moving closer to Li Qingwan.
"Liu Chen, what are you doing?" Li Qingwan was terrified.
Li Qingwan felt her body turn soft; she had never experienced this before, it was comfortable yet repulsive to her. She wanted to push Liu Chen away, but her hands wouldn't respond.
